.
so many fucking
personal questions.
I'm sorry.
Are you going to call down
and cancel me now?
That's OK.
Don't feel bad about it.
Um, I hope, uh...
the next girl's
more to your liking...
and I hope that you enjoy
your stay in Florida...
Mr. Gotlieb.
I'm giving you
your dress back.
No, forget
about the dress.
Honey...
did I upset you?
I'm sorry.
So you want me to stay?
OK, then.
Let's do it.
Ready?
Turn over.
Is something wrong?
I haven't been
with a woman...
in a long time.
Wow.
I'm sorry.
Nobody kisses us.
Pepper.
OK, Henderson, what's up?
These two Krishnas have
been working the airport...
for a couple of months.
Now they'd been warned about
bugging the passengers.
Should've listened.
How was he killed?
He fucked with some guy...
wearing a suede
leather sport coat...
so the guy takes
his finger...
bends it back, breaks it,
then disappears.
Now the witness lady says
she thinks that, uh...
well, he hopped on one of
the hotel courtesy vans.
We got a partial
description.
Wait a minute.
The Krishna died
of a broken finger?
I mean, is that a homicide?
Well, I guess
he died of shock.
Well, it hurts like hell...
to have your finger
bent back.
My sister used to do it
to me when I was a kid.
Yeah, but you didn't die.
Now, if this
was an accident...
it would be
simple assault, right?
However...if the guy
in the suede sport coat...
knew that Krishnas
had a bad habit of dying...
every time you bent
their finger back...
-Murder one?
-Yeah.
Well, the guys
at the station...
are going to laugh
their asses off...
Your turn to notify
next of kin.
No way! I did the fat lady
that sat on a kid.
That's good for 2.
Next week?
I'll be retired by then.
Ah, shit.
Well, you try the hotels.
See if anyone got off
one of their courtesy vans...
wearing a suede sport coat.
Ah, shit.
This is good here.
Oh, excuse me.
Maybe we should try
in here.
All right.
Price check.
Uzi squirt gun.
Disregard.
What's up?
Got something for me?
I got the goods.
Whoa!
In the bag. Now!
Up against the wall. Now!
Be cool, brother.
Hey, he's got a gun!
Let's get out of here!
Move it!
Give me a day's notice
before it runs out, OK?
Wednesday.
Tell me Tuesday.
Looky, we got
a million dollars.
We got a million...
Brazilian dollars.
Absolutely worthless.
"That's a lot
of money, man.
"That's a lot of
fucking money.
"I don't think you are
a Porsche customer...
"Mr. Frenger.
"I don't think you really
want to buy a Porsche.
Do you want to buy
a Porsche?"
No, man! I'm here
to waste my time.
How much for
the speedboat, man?
"Oh, the speedboat is
very expensive, sir.
That speedboat is $50,000."
Wrap it up, man.
Yeah. The bellman said...
some guy matching
the description...
got off a courtesy van.
Registered. Yeah.
Got a name?
Name was, uh...
Herman Gotlieb.
Yeah. I'm in the room
right now.
Coat's here, too.
Coat? What else?
Well, the bellman
also said...
the guy had
a hooker with him.
-A hooker?
-Yeah.
No lie?
I got an address on her.
An address?
Oh, man.
Got a pen handy there,
Hoke?
Give me the hooker's
address.
-Hi!
-Hey.
You showed up.
I brought you
a present.
Oh, really?
I got you one, too.
A present from a client.
Well, hey, I'm more
than a client.
"Shit happens when
you party naked!"
Look at us.
I was just gonna get you
the plain "Shit happens..."
but I thought you'd like
the "party naked" part.
Hey, that's the best part.
Hi. Um, circe salad, Noira.
It's real good, Junior.
Two.
Right away.
So, uh, Susie...
tell me how you wound up
living in Miami.
Oh, I got a job
at a Burger World...
up in Hollywood...
and I was gonna, you know...
save up and get
my own franchise...
but Pablo offered me
this job.
Well, it pays
a whole lot better.
This is a nice cup, Junior.
I'm gonna get a lot
of use out of this.
It's a good cup.
Hey, did you see
the swimmers?
That's why
I picked this place.